A fine gathering of very fine gentlemen His last words on his life story are again on his pals. He concludes how privileged he has been to know such an incredible bunch of guys. He mentions Andy P and what a great guy he is and how you have to admire him. I’m not having this, and I tell him that Malcolm would rather have had me as his side kick, and that he had written as much in the front of my copy of his book and while we are on the subject Pritchard owes me £21.50. Nigel smiles politely. Maybe Malcolm has already warned him about my delusions. I come away from the morning whistling to myself. I have thoroughly enjoyed it: the Woodward way has rubbed off on me and I am off to be fair and honest with absolutely everyone, for a while. I’m sure they will reciprocate. I still see Jeremy and his wife Tracey on occasions, and we still jog when we meet. It’s hard to tell we are moving but it is remarkable how many calories our watches tell us we have burnt. I wonder if we will be able to keep it up on our own during the lockdowns.
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